Deb Montgomery

This is a big but totally charming Irish Pub in the heart of Ballard. Matt Stauffer will join me on the bass, and maybe a tune on the tuba-possibly a drummer. Not sure yet..still finding my feet. But we are totally looking forward to singing some songs-the set starts at 9-ish and we’ll sing for just under an hour.
See you there,
Peace,
Deb

“…It is funny that you say you don’t write happy songs,
because I think most of your songs are about hope and
faith which is more important and good for the soul
then ” Good Point L, I stand corrected!

….so I bear it with help of the song. there’s the day to day and I’m doing fine. basically and/or personally. But always I feel the breezes of other shores like the women and kids walking to wells walking to hells..and I’m not so great as to go there and be ‘with’ them or make phonecalls to do something helpful all the time..but the breezes..they’re hard ones. Same as family and families. I mean it’s such a cool idea but it’s hard..every misunderstanding in the world can be found in a family between children and parents and brothers and sisters.

The winds. The breezes. I feel them. the ripples of little things being dropped in near or far away ponds. Or things falling from skies that make the ponds go away. Way- too-big-things. Sometimes we get things that are way too big for us you see. And though I personally don’t get them all the time, I feel the getting. Everyone somewhere is receiving too much. And somebody somewhere is getting too much. And it doesn’t matter if it’s you or not if you think about it. Me..I think about it, so I write songs to spread the weight out…and bear it with a song. My weight or yours or both or all of it. No, I don’t write a lot of happy songs, but I’m fucking funny in person. Peace, Deb

It seems fitting that my first gig on the West Coast will be in an Irish Bar…
details to follow, but the guiness will be pouring and we will be making music…
Inesheer is still with me. Love to my friends from that time…and hello to Brooklyn Vic Cafe folks…

Someone is fighting in some apt nearby. The good news is that the air is fresh and the windows wide open..the sad news is that neighbours are sad in their rage tonight…

I am way deep into the fourth season of Six Feet Under. LOVE SFU! All for now. Gig details tomorrow. Peace Out as my new west coast friend says…peace out.

“The upset of setting up”…or “How Earthlink stole five hours of my week because of my need to stay connected.” I love how we are now responsible for the screw ups of big companies. It is my job to spend a couple hours informing Earthlink that Time Warner does NOT operate Earthlink’s cable program in the state of Washington. Ok, so now that we have THAT sorted out, can you please stop sending me “Welcome to Earthlink” mail. I have been with you for five f–g years. I am starting to look foward to our ending. In the mean time, my two friends here invite me to EVERYTHING and I thank them. I have a beautiful new table thank you Matt…and I will see L and K and little M soon…that is cool. A Big move is a big move. You feel moved. I feel moved. I go from feeling ok, to infuriated with attention to details of setting up, to bored a little (not a usual feeling), to wondering what you do in August when you’ve ‘moved’ a long long way. In NYC or in Ontario I know exactly what I do…I find lakes and build fires. there are lakes here, and the sea, and the world’s biggest octupus apparently. Names anyone? I have melodies. I have really great melodies and I am inbetween having anything to say except, “Hey Matt, what are you and Hillary doing for dinner?” again. So it goes. All in all I am very thankful for a roof, for food, for good friends even if they’re far away, for change, for life while it is mine here and now…for the fact that last night Bruce Cockburn closed his concert here with Circles in the Stream. ‘Dying trees still grow greener when you pray.’ Amen

I live on a hill now. A very big hill I live on. In the afternoon, seaplanes fly by close. They take the route of the river. At night, the moon hangs above the river…the river which goes out to the sea. The mountains and the sky are hard to tell apart sometimes and that is what makes it fun.

Hello to my friends at the Vic…I do miss you guys and don’t know anyone yet at my coffee shop here, though the crowd looks totally comparable…ok, so not really.. you guys are you guys.. it’s called The Lighthouse. Great coffee, great staff and they make the stuff right there…blogs are stupid/ok I’m writing one..a glass of red wine and dinner is in the oven. with friends here..my view is amazing from my apt. I am really thankful. I was walking for hours today when I thought “I want to go home.” And it really feels like home already except you guys arn’t there … and so it is not .. home. My friend and former now to be present bass player is making me a HUGE table. we went to the lumber yard and got some birch for the top, cedar for the legs…I walk over here and watch him build it in the early evenings. the sea is in view. the mountains are in view. the world is still cracking at the seams. I sometimes feel scared for all of us. I pray for brilliance, for surprise ideas, for tangible expressions of love and redemption, for a way to say something in a way that wraps the love of God around all of us…for a sign of land on our little ship. I think of you. I miss you and I pray for you-all by name. It’s ok if you don’t believe in God I do and I believe this is enough sometimes. Peace guys…someone give Max and Bea a squish for me. Tell them Deb sends them something ridiculous to say or look at…tell them I will always love them and they have a home here with me-always.Take care of each other. love to you. deb